She spun around the moon
as the sun hid from an empty sky
and coaxed tears from the darkness
to cool a desolate earth
from under the surface
she touched the mirror of the sea
and from this rippled pool
rose a porcelain skinned nymph
her eyes glint iridescent green
as she curled from the turquiose foam
to take her first breath upon obsidian sands
and crawled to the fairie ferns
raw and bleeding
to sleep beneath the boughs of a talking tree
its weeping roots gasping into a severed brook
where she curled into its embrace
and drifted into dream
the tree peeled back its rings
golden sap to ink upon a willow rune
papyrus fed to the oracle moth
where she gathered silk for wings
to fly to pyramids of ice
carrying apricot roses
and white tea
to lay before a sacrophagus of wishes
and she awoke
woman stood upright
she ate the fruit from trembling vines
and spit the onyx seeds of beginnings
into the jungle mist
where the wind swept them upward
to a nest feathered in hope and compassion
away from the reach of the predator
armored in bone and trophies of skin
heavy palms slapping the war drums of hell
a mad dance around the sacrificial fire
domination
she slipped through the night
past the amber glow
to a valley of light
through marble corridors and incense
where mynah birds chanted in sacred verse
and carved jade statues cast their shadows
upon a temple of ivory and bamboo
and there ...
sixty four golden disks climbed to god
and time became a moment
and a moment became a lotus
she walked to the edge
and dove back into her sea
her splash of stardrops
spread across the night
she arched her back
and exhaled ...
the earth became a bubble
and the sun rose and set
and she smiled
and spun around the moon
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral